7 years, 7 months, and 16 days. The hits keep coming, but I keep trying, hoping, and praying. What choice have I? Give up and die? No, I fight on and revel in the fact that, at least for brief and precious moments when we were a family, I had the honor and privilege of being your dad.

I used to think that the present determined the future.  That if I worked hard and long, I’d get the things I wanted.  The job, the apartment, the life.  That the future was simply a mound of clay waiting to be told by the present what form to take.  But that isn’t true.  It can’t be.

Chapter 36.

My dearest Shosh and Jaialai:

I know not how much time I have left.  Help hadn’t arrived.  We are on borrowed time.

Under the circumstances, the above quote — from a book I stumbled upon and devoured in two sittings — resonates.  That’s my story, isn’t it?  I have long held — and even passed on to you in these pages — the simple belief that working hard and doing right today will mold and form the clay that shapes tomorrow.

But I was wrong.  I’ve worked hard to pursue graduate degrees from top-tier universities in the U.S., including an Ivy Plus institution (Ivy League, Chicago, Duke, MIT, and Stanford), and be gainfully employed by top-ranked organizations in the world, the U.S., or the state.  I’ve answered God’s calls and have sacrificed so much — my career, my marriage, my financial stability, etc. — to help those in dire need — homelesss people at risk of freezing to death, refugees at risk of being forcibly repatriated without their refugee claims being properly adjudicated, sick and dying people being defrauded out of their life-saving insurance benefits, vulnerable women and children facing physical abuse and domestic violence, etc.  Yet, here I am, living in the shadows as an asylum seeker, crying out in the dark, seeking justice for myself and my family; however, help has not been forthcoming.  For over seven years.  Despite thousands of contacts.

Most days, it is too much.  The burden is too great.  I long but to lay it down.  How can one man fight a whole system that has abused millions for decades with the full knowledge of the government I once believed in and supported?  I am but a fool to pursue an endeavor others I’ve contacted have said outright is too big a fight even for their organizations to tackle.  “It’s an epidemic!” one said.

But what choice have I?  How can I walk away if there is a chance — regardless how remote — that I might succeed in getting you, my family, my life, back?

Also, similar sentiments had been expressed by friends and family members when I fought the multi-billion dollar Enron of Healthcare.  Most advised against the effort … even if it meant some people could die while others suffer needlessly as a result of their fraudulent activities and denial of needed health insurance benefits.  That fight took much and long, but we ultimately prevailed.  Further, during the years of that fight, they were forced to keep their corporate malfeasance to a minimum as the eyes of the law were upon them.

If I lost five years of my life, my career, my marriage, my former friends and colleagues, etc., to expose the illegal activities of a multi-billion corporation — which continued to lie and perpetrate fraud upon the court throughout the years of litigation, e.g., hiding incriminating e-mails through numerous rounds of discoveries — how much more difficult and how much longer would it take to expose the malfeasance of government agents?  I have no answer for that.

At least I can take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in my fight.  Others have taken up related fights.

For example, Gerry Spence, lawyer extraordinaire, former prosecutor, and current defender of the “little people” against corrupt government officials and corporations who reportedly has never lost a criminal case and had not lost a civil case since 1962, recently wrote a book entitled, Police State: How  America’s Cops Get Away with Murder (St. Martin’s Press, 2015).  In it, he states (except where specifically stated, emphasis added):

I’ve defended the poor, the forgotten, the lost, and the damned for over sixty years in the courtrooms of America.  Over my career I’ve shut out a haunting question I wasn’t prepared to face: Are we safe from our own police?  Have our police become killers on the loose who cover up their crimes – and too often there’s no one to stop them?

Who could have stopped the long-standing police brutality in Baltimore that led to the death of Freddie Gray following his less-than-joyful joyride in a police van, hand cuffed behind him, and without the protection of a seat belt?  The medical examiner found that Gray’s “catastrophic injury” – his neck was snapped – happened when he was slammed into the back of the van’s interior.  The examiner reported that “a head injury Gray sustained matche[d] a bolt in the back of the van” – just another notorious “rough ride” awarded to citizens who dared by black and make eye contact with a cop. [Footnote omitted.]  Gray’s case brought to the forefront other cases of broken necks, paralysis, and death and attempted cover-ups by the police in Baltimore.  The brother of a man who died in police custody said he was so badly beaten they had to have a closed-casket funeral; the police medical examiner found he had died of a heart attack brought on by an underlying heart ailment and dehydration from the summer heat. [Footnote omitted….]

[W]e must remember that the police are our employees.  Ours.  How do we save ourselves from being brutalized and murdered by our own public servant?  Daily, across the land, we’re deluged with shocking stories of the murder and maiming of our citizens by the police.  Many of us no longer feel safe in our own homes….  We instinctively take comfort in our sacred rights as Americans.  But when faced with an arresting officer with questionable sensitivity to human dignity, and a justice system often diseased with prejudice and sold out to Power, we may discover that our constitutional rights could be as well chronicled by a ripped-out page from yesterday’s newspaper blowing down the street….

Even our vaunted United States Supreme Court has found ways to protect our “killing cops” and to thereby put us under the fully fledged threat of becoming citizens of a police state.  The court recites how a citizen operating his car with only one headlight chose to speed away instead of exiting his car as demanded by the police officer and how the police chased the car for more than five minutes at speeds in excess of 100 miles an hour. [Footnote omitted.]  Eventually the citizen was stopped, after which the police fired fifteen shots into the car, killing both the driver and his innocent passenger.  The court held that such conduct did not violate the Fourth Amendment rights of the dead and that the police were protected by what the law calls “qualified immunity….”  [I]f one of our unarmed kids runs from the police, he should be shot fifteen times and killed.  And his date should be killed for dating a kid who would run from the police.  Both had it coming, right?….

I’d never represented a person charged with a crime in either a state or [footnote omitted] federal court, in which the police, including the FBI, hadn’t themselves violated the law — and on more than one occasion, even committed the crime of murder….  What superior force is in place to stop them?….

Too many of America’s police are potentially state-sanctioned killers [emphasis in the original] who know if they’re called upon to answer for their crimes they’ll likely be protected by prosecutors and judges….

We call for investigation, and predictably the police are usually cleared.  Nothing changes [emphasis in the original].

The question is, why?….

The police are the progeny of Power.  Although cops are technically our employees, they do not answer to the schoolteacher, the secretary, the lawyer, the doctor, the carpenter, nor to you or me.  They do not answer to an American jury, for, except in rare cases, the police enjoy immunity from suit even for their intentional wrongs. [Footnote omitted.]  They answer to no one except to Power — to the politicians, and to themselves….

It’s been a story often told but too rarely heard.

Nothing changes [emphasis in the original].

Then, as if on cue, we have the police shooting of Jacob Blake, another unarmed minority, in Wisconsin.  Of course, that was followed by tears, protests, condemnation, and violence.  See, e.g., https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/protests-break-out-after-police-shoot-jacob-blake-a-black-man-in-wisconsin/ss-BB18mXyc; and, https://www.cbsnews.com/news/jacob-blake-paralyzed-shooting-police-kenosha-wisconsin/.

When will it stop?  When will the police and their enablers be held to account?  If past behaviors are best predictors of future behaviors, then change is struggling to take hold.  See, e.g., https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/times-watchdog/fired-but-still-a-cop-how-the-state-decertification-process-leaves-troubled-officers-with-their-guns/; and, https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/an-ex-cop-keeps-the-countrys-best-data-set-on-police-misconduct/.

As Gerry Spence repeatedly said, “Nothing changes.” 

Does that mean we should give up our efforts?  No!!!!  Ask Rosa Parks, Mahatma Gandhi, and other individuals who sparked a movement that brought forth systemic change for the greater good.

I’m not them, but what choice have I but to do my part?  How do I give up on reuniting with you, my sons, my family, my life?  How can I live with myself if I quit you?  I sacrificed much for complete strangers; would I do no less for you, my own children?

Thus, following difficult days when Hope kept her distance, Darkness kept bedside vigil, and Hunger gnawed at me, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and redouble my efforts to fight for you.

All it takes is one … one person, one organization … brave enough to stand with us and give us voice.   In my years-long fight against the Enron of Healthcare, two separate legal teams gave up when the fighting got tough, when the multi-billion corporation exacted high costs upon those plaintiff lawyers working on a contingency fee basis.  In other words, the Enron of Healthcare made it costly for my lawyers to stay in the fight, so they left.  (I understand the costs and their decisions, even if I felt betrayed by them.)  Thankfully, a better man and better lawyer came to my rescue, and that made all the difference.  The Enron of Healthcare may outspend us, and out-resource us, 5 or 10 to one, but we had heart, courage, and truth on our side.  Thus, we prevailed.

It is likewise here.  Thus, likewise, I keep hoping and praying that someone of caliber would see fit to help us and help the millions of others families similarly rendered voiceless by those who abused under color of authority.

Meanwhile, do I regret those years of hard work and the spent efforts in pursuit of success?  No!!!  I would not trade them for the world.  Why?  For the simple reason that they lead me to you, and I am glad I was able to spend precious moments with you, watching you grow and develop.  I treasure, and greatly miss, your stories, Shosh, and your games and jokes, Jaialai.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

Time in a Bottle, by Jim Croce

Don’t be sad that we’re not together and have not seen each other in more than seven years, my most precious sons.  Be glad we had the luxury of spending several great years together, exploring Okinawa, Hawaii, and the byways of our home state.  Not all parents have had that luxury.  I am grateful for you.

I miss you greatly.  Know that I continue to fight to reunite with you and to clear our names.

All my love, always and forever,

Dad

 

 

7 years, 7 months, and 11 days. Be a go-getter. Create your own opportunities; do=on’t wait for it to arrive on its own accord. More importantly, don’t blame others if it doesn’t come.

How 11-year-old Gui Khury made skateboarding history with first 1080 on a vertical ramp

Even before he was born, Gui Khury owned a skateboard, and even before he could walk, Khury was learning to skate.

“I saw this mini skateboard made for kids and I went crazy so that was his first toy,” Khury’s father Ricardo tells CNN Sport.
“He used to push (himself) from the table to the couch; since he was two years old, he could push himself.”
That perhaps goes some way to explaining why, at the age of 11, Khury is already breaking new ground in the sport.
Earlier this year, he became the first person to land a 1080-degree turn — three full spins in the air — on a vertical ramp near his home in southern Brazil.

https://edition.cnn.com/2020/08/14/sport/gui-khury-skateboarding-world-record-spt-intl-cmd/index.html.

 

This East Coast Go-Kart Racing Champion Is A 15-Year-Old Phenom

Like many kids, perhaps especially boys, Blake Lothian first got into a go-kart pretty young – in his case around six years old at Rehoboth Beach in Delaware.

But unlike most 6-year-olds, Blake was shockingly good at it.

“Sure, every kid loves driving go-karts, but with Blake it wasn’t that he just wanted to do it, it was when he did it… he was really, really good at it, and people noticed,” said Cindy Lothian, Blake’s mom. “I mean, we would go to go-kart tracks at the beach and he would get out there and race and he would just be zipping in and out and passing [the other drivers]. You might think it’s not competitive, but those guys were getting mad.”

But for Blake Lothian, something about him and a go-kart just clicked.

 

Soccer phenom, 13, signs deal with Nike, turns pro

What did you do as a 13-year-old?

Soccer phenom Olivia Moultrie signed a multiyear endorsement deal with Nike and is turning pro, the New York Times reported.

When she was 11, the California native accepted a scholarship from the University of North Carolina to play college soccer — but that plan has been ripped up.

Moultrie will “officially forgo her college athletic eligibility” as a pro and Nike athlete, The Times reported. The 13-year-old, who is homeschooled, was the youngest female soccer player to accept an academic scholarship.

https://www.foxnews.com/sports/soccer-phenom-13-signs-deal-with-nike-turns-pro

 

My dearest Shosh and Jaialai:

Be a go-getter.  Brook no excuse.

Too many today rant and rave about this or that obstacle, blaming life’s circumstances or other people for their own miseries and failures.  Who promised them an easy and trouble-free life?  What planet have they lived on?  Get real!

Life is a series of problems.  I read that somewhere when young, and it stayed with me.

Later on, I learned of the Buddha’s teaching that “all existence is dukkha” — a complex term for which there is no English equivalent, usually defined as “suffering” but best expressed as “sorrow and lamentation, pain, grief and despair, separation from loved ones, from associating with those you do not like and from not getting what you want.”  https://lettersforgeorge.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-meaning-of-dukkha.html, citing http://www.centrebouddhique.net/.

So life is hard.  We can choose to (1) affirmatively deal with it, (2) physically run away from it (which means choosing another path by default), (3) psychologically run away from it (i.e., numb ourselves with drugs or alcohol to avoid dealing with the actual challenges life presents), or (4) do nothing and allow our lives to be dictated by the whims of life’s circumstances.

Each choice has its pro’s and con’s.  I choose to deal with life head on, and urge you to do likewise.

Why?  Because it is the best option, considering the alternatives.  Drug and alcohol abuse (Option 3) brings its own brand of problems … ones I’d avoid.

Need I say more?  Don’t do drugs and always drink responsibly and in moderation.

Option 4 (do nothing to affirmatively chart your own course) is to open yourself completely to the vagaries of life.  People may say that God will take care of you as He does the birds of the air and flowers of the fields.  Matthew 6:25-34.  However, recall also the wisdom of the elders that “the early bird gets the worm.”  Recall also that increasing bouts of drought have killed sturdy tress, much less dainty wild flowers.  https://www.sydney.edu.au/news-opinion/news/2017/08/08/how-heat-and-drought-kills-trees.html.

This reminds me of a sermon I’d heard long ago about the man who went to church everyday to pray for a lottery winning.  After years and years of prayers, lamentation, and disappointment, God could stand it no longer and said to the man, “You MUST buy a lottery ticket first if you expect to win!”  In other words, God helps those who help themselves, luck is 95% sweat, fortune favors the prepared, etc.  Thus, the do nothing approach is foolish unless you like the life and lifestyle of those who threw themselves at the mercy of others and of fate — like hobos who eat only what people give them — yet even hobos know where to go to panhandle to increase their chances of being given food and/or money.  (Read Jack London’s On the Road if you have not.)

The remaining options are (1) to affirmatively make your own path in life, or (2) run away from its challenges and choose the alternative path by default.  The latter is dissatisfactory as there is no promise — and a great likelihood — that the alternative path will bring its own set of challenges.

For example, a guy I know chose not to go to college after high school (thinking he’s smarter than his teachers), and ended up doing menial jobs for nearly a decade.  Without a college education, he was limited to manual labor and ended up hurting himself.  Finally, after years of doing dead-end jobs and running out of money towards the end of each month, he wizened up and returned to college in hopes of a brighter future.  Being smart, after college, he worked his way up to the lower rung of management.  Unfortunately, having spent his development years doing manual labor and hanging out with laborers, he lacked the social graces and soft skills necessary for management and ended up losing his management position and never being able to be reemployed in a similar capacity.

My point is work life is going to be difficult either way.  You can either choose to apply yourself early — in the education phase of your life (approximately 18 – 25 years) — and try to get into the best colleges possible and attain the highest degrees possible in order to set yourself up to reach higher posts when you must join the working world, or you can choose to slack during the education years and suffer through roughly 40 years (18 – 67 years old, normal retirement age) of manual labor or other lowly positions best suited for those with low levels of education and skills.   Of course there will be upward mobility even for those with little education because knowledge can be gained through experience as well as education.  However, as discovered by high school graduates who lost their well-paid car manufacturing jobs that were sent overseas, career options remain extremely limited relative to those with bachelor’s degrees, much less those with master’s degrees or doctorates.

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, only 13 percent of Americans have a master’s degree or doctorate.  https://www.census.gov/library/stories/2019/02/number-of-people-with-masters-and-phd-degrees-double-since-2000.html.  I suggest making the effort to get an advance degree.  By virtue of an advance degree, you already stand out from the masses and are among the select few.

(N.B.: reality is a bit more complicated.  For example, as there are many with MBAs, those from mediocre programs or worse find their degree useless as there is already a glut of mediocre MBAs.  In fact, numerous MBA programs around the country have been closing, even reputable ones.  https://www.forbes.com/sites/poetsandquants/2019/05/26/why-business-schools-are-shutting-down-their-mba-programs/#1cee67593685.  One but has to look at the number of MBAs from top ranked programs who have jobs at the time of graduation to get a sense of how dire the situation is for top-tier MBAs, much less mediocre ones.  For example, the MBA program at Stanford University’s Graduate School of Business is ranked #1 this year by U.S. News & World Report, yet only 67 percent of full-time graduates are employed at graduation.  https://www.usnews.com/best-graduate-schools/top-business-schools/stanford-university-01028.  If that’s the employment situation for Stanford MBA graduates, imagine the situation for those with MBAs from less-well-known program.  So where you go and what you get matters.  In other words, affirmative decisions are necessary and blindly choosing a graduate degree like an MBA may not help you.)

With the Avoidance Option (#2) out of the way, what remains is the Embrace Life Option (#1).  Affirmatively choose what you want out of life and go get it.  Keep your eyes on the prize and work towards your goal inch by inch, day by day, minute by minute.

Success is never promised you, but if you focus on taking the right steps and doing your best in each moment, the greater probability is that those steps will consequently bring about the results you seek.

I fear for your future.  I do. Why?  Because, without my presence and presence of members of my side of the family, you do not have positive role models in your life who inspire you to better.  As stated in previous letters, my side of the family holds 5 doctorates, 8 master’s degrees, and 12 bachelor’s degrees among us and many of your cousins on my side of the family graduated from top universities and hold well-paid jobs with reputable organizations.  Your mom’s side of the family has but one master’s degree and, worse, numerous aunts and uncles as well as cousins have no college education.  As expected, their employment situation and job prospects are not as rosy.  Many are unemployed or underemployed.  Misery loves company; thus, I suspect few are encouraging you to work hard to gain admission to top colleges — like Duke University, where I went — in order to put yourself on the best path possible for success.

In The Years that MATTER MOST: How College Makes or Breaks Us (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2019), Paul Tough cited Prof. Raj Chetty’s (the Harvard professor who has been recognized as one of the top 8 economists in the world) research findings as per his “Mobility Report Card.”  Specifically, Prof. Chetty found:

Young people who attend “Ivy Plus” institutions [(defined as Ivy League colleges plus the University of  Chicago, Duke University, MIT, and Stanford University)] … have about a one if five chance of landing, in their midthirties, among the top 1 percent of American earners, with incomes over $630,000.  People who attend “other elite” four-year college … have about a one in eleven chance of hitting the top 1 percent.  Students at community colleges, meanwhile, have about a one in three hundred chance.  (Students who don’t attend college at all have about a one in a thousand chance.)   The kind of college you attend, in other words, correlates strongly with what you’ll earn later one.

See, https://opportunityinsights.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/coll_mrc_paper.pdf; and,  https://www.gc.cuny.edu/CUNY_GC/media/CUNY-Graduate-Center/PDF/Event%20Presentations/RChetty-Upward-Mobility-Slides.pdf.

Regardless of where you go to college and your education level, you’ll end up slogging through 40 plus hours every week anyway.  Salary workers, on average, put in at least 10 hours more of work per week than hourly employees.  If you have to put in the hours, why not be well-compensated for them?  More importantly, as the saying goes in the corporate world, “You kiss up and shit down.”  You don’t want to be low on the totem pole.

Work hard now to better position yourself for later.  If not, you’re in for the shit show for life.

Be a go-getter.  Strive to improve yourself little by little every day.  Don’t stress about the big picture.  Set your goals then focus on doing your best at the right activity at the right time each and every day.

Embrace life, my dearest sons.  Oh, I wish I could tell you all the adventures life has given me — meeting the Luppes in Missouri City, TX; dancing on the table with the daughter of the House of Lords in Europe; sleeping under the stars in Mykonos; attending two Presidential Inaugural Balls in Washington, DC; helping a young lady who had suffered greatly gain refugee status overseas and another who had her throat sliced and ear cut off gain refugee status in the U.S.; spoon-feeding hot soup to a large and strapping young man who could not stop shaking after we picked him up and took him to a homeless shelter on a cold and snowy night; sharing a couchette with three brilliant Brazilian women en route to Venice; getting lost in Tokyo and spending an afternoon watching sword-play at some unknown dojo; discovering chicken dall gosht while traveling in India; seeing the beauty of the Taj Mahal and the Sistine Chapel, the Grand Canyon bathed in the light of the Hale-Bopp comet, and the sky and Earth melt into one on a bridge in Japan overlooking a body of water that reflected back the stars above perfectly; etc.  I am most thankful to have shared with you, my most precious sons, our month-long adventure in Okinawa and three-week adventure Hawaii.  I am equally thankful for our numerous beach trips and hiking adventures, and hope your recall them as fondly as I do.  It was not that long ago that I could not bear the pain of looking at those photos of our shared experience.  I hope time has been kind and that you, too, can look back with joy and happiness.  (This too shall pass, and we will reunite.)

Embrace life, my dearest ones.  I promise you that it’ll be worth it.

All my love, always and forever,

Dad

 

7 years, 7 months, and 5 days. Prudence, as defined by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson

My most dearest Shosh and Jaialai:

You never stray far from my heart and thoughts, but days may pass where circumstances forbid me from writing you.  I am sorry for those brief absences.

Recent events reminded me once again of the weak nature of man: they speak of lofty goals while wanting maximum benefits from minimum efforts, then they decry their failures without bothering to change their tactics.  They are imprudent.

Be not like them.  Effort is the investment from which success flows.  Rarely is success accidental and detached from effort.

With that, I leave you with the following essay on prudence by Ralph Waldo Emerson.  It is a challenging read, but not beyond your capacity.  Work at it.  Break down each sentence to its essence to distill the message conveyed by Mr. Emerson.  Then move on the next sentence and follow his progression of ideas.  For each paragraph, ask yourself what it says and what it does. Reading is a mental exercise, not a visual one.  Remember to always engage your reading material.

All my love, always,

Dad

 

PRUDENCE

Theme no poet gladly sung,
Fair to old and foul to young,
Scorn not thou the love of parts,
And the articles of arts.
Grandeur of the perfect sphere
Thanks the atoms that cohere.

What right have I to write ont of the negative sort? My prudence consists in avoiding and going without, not in the inventing of means and methods, not in adroit steering, not in gentle repairing. I have no skill to make money spend well, no genius in my economy, and whoever sees my garden discovers that I must have some other garden. Yet I love facts, and hate lubricity, and people without perception. Then I have the same title to write on prudence, that I have to write on poetry or holiness. We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not possess. The poet admires the man of energy and tactics; the merchant breeds his son for the church or the bar: and where a man is not vain and egotistic, you shall find what he has not by his praise. Moreover, it would be hardly honest in me not to balance these fine lyric words of Love and Friendship with words of coarser sound, and, whilst my debt to my senses is real and constant, not to own it in passing.

Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life. It is God taking thought for oxen. It moves matter after the laws of matter. It is content to seek health of body by complying with physical conditions, and health of mind by the laws of the intellect.

The world of the senses is a world of shows; it does not exist for itself, but has a symbolic character; and a true prudence or law of shows recognizes the co-presence of other laws, and knows that its own office is subaltern; knows that it is surface and not centre where it works. Prudence is false when detached. It is legitimate when it is the Natural History of the soul incarnate; when it unfolds the beauty of laws within the narrow scope of the senses.

There are all degrees of proficiency in knowledge of the world. It is sufficient, to our present purpose, to indicate three. One class live to the utility of the symbol; esteeming health and wealth a final good. Another class live above this mark to the beauty of the symbol; as the poet, and artist, and the naturalist, and man of science. A third class live above the beauty of the symbol to the beauty of the thing signified; these are wise men. The first class have common sense; the second, taste; and the third, spiritual perception. Once in a long time, a man traverses the whole scale, and sees and enjoys the symbol solidly; then also has a clear eye for its beauty, and, lastly, whilst he pitches his tent on this sacred volcanic isle of nature, does not offer to build houses and barns thereon, reverencing the splendor of the God which he sees bursting through each chink and cranny.

The world is filled with the proverbs and acts and winkings of a base prudence, which is a devotion to matter, as if we possessed no other faculties than the palate, the nose, the touch, the eye and ear; a prudence which adores the Rule of Three, which never subscribes, which never gives, which seldom lends, and asks but one question of any project, — Will it bake bread? This is a disease like a thickening of the skin until the vital organs are destroyed. But culture, revealing the high origin of the apparent world, and aiming at the perfection of the man as the end, degrades every thing else, as health and bodily life, into means. It sees prudence not to be a several faculty, but a name for wisdom and virtue conversing with the body and its wants. Cultivated men always feel and speak so, as if a great fortune, the achievement of a civil or social measure, great personal influence, a graceful and commanding address, had their value as proofs of the energy of the spirit. If a man lose his balance, and immerse himself in any trades or pleasures for their own sake, he may be a good wheel or pin, but he is not a cultivated man.

The spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature’s joke, and therefore literature’s. The true prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world. This recognition once made, — the order of the world and the distribution of affairs and times being studied with the co-perception of their subordinate place, will reward any degree of attention. For our existence, thus apparently attached in nature to the sun and the returning moon and the periods which they mark, — so susceptible to climate and to country, so alive to social good and evil, so fond of splendor, and so tender to hunger and cold and debt, — reads all its primary lessons out of these books.

Prudence does not go behind nature, and ask whence it is. It takes the laws of the world, whereby man’s being is conditioned, as they are, and keeps these laws, that it may enjoy their proper good. It respects space and time, climate, want, sleep, the law of polarity, growth, and death. There revolve to give bound and period to his being, on all sides, the sun and moon, the great formalists in the sky: here lies stubborn matter, and will not swerve from its chemical routine. Here is a planted globe, pierced and belted with natural laws, and fenced and distributed externally with civil partitions and properties which impose new restraints on the young inhabitant.

We eat of the bread which grows in the field. We live by the air which blows around us, and we are poisoned by the air that is too cold or too hot, too dry or too wet. Time, which shows so vacant, indivisible, and divine in its coming, is slit and peddled into trifles and tatters. A door is to be painted, a lock to be repaired. I want wood, or oil, or meal, or salt; the house smokes, or I have a headache; then the tax; and an affair to be transacted with a man without heart or brains; and the stinging recollection of an injurious or very awkward word, — these eat up the hours. Do what we can, summer will have its flies: if we walk in the woods, we must feed mosquitos: if we go a-fishing, we must expect a wet coat. Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons: we often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.

We are instructed by these petty experiences which usurp the hours and years. The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitant of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics. The islander may ramble all day at will. At night, he may sleep on a mat under the moon, and wherever a wild date-tree grows, nature has, without a prayer even, spread a table for his morning meal. The northerner is perforce a householder. He must brew, bake, salt, and preserve his food, and pile wood and coal. But as it happens that not one stroke can labor lay to, without some new acquaintance with nature; and as nature is inexhaustibly significant, the inhabitants of these climates have always excelled the southerner in force. Such is the value of these matters, that a man who knows other things can never know too much of these. Let him have accurate perceptions. Let him, if he have hands, handle; if eyes, measure and discriminate; let him accept and hive every fact of chemistry, natural history, and economics; the more he has, the less is he willing to spare any one. Time is always bringing the occasions that disclose their value. Some wisdom comes out of every natural and innocent action. The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of. The application of means to ends insures victory and the songs of victory, not less in a farm or a shop than in the tactics of party or of war. The good husband finds method as efficient in the packing of fire-wood in a shed, or in the harvesting of fruits in the cellar, as in Peninsular campaigns or the files of the Department of State. In the rainy day, he builds a work-bench, or gets his tool-box set in the corner of the barn-chamber, and stored with nails, gimlet, pincers, screwdriver, and chisel. Herein he tastes an old joy of youth and childhood, the cat-like love of garrets, presses, and corn-chambers, and of the conveniences of long housekeeping. His garden or his poultry-yard tells him many pleasant anecdotes. One might find argument for optimism in the abundant flow of this saccharine element of pleasure in every suburb and extremity of the good world. Let a man keep the law, — any law, — and his way will be strown with satisfactions. There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount.

On the other hand, nature punishes any neglect of prudence. If you think the senses final, obey their law. If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect. It is vinegar to the eyes, to deal with men of loose and imperfect perception. Dr. Johnson is reported to have said, — “If the child says he looked out of this window, when he looked out of that, — whip him.” Our American character is marked by a more than average delight in accurate perception, which is shown by the currency of the byword, “No mistake.” But the discomfort of unpunctuality, of confusion of thought about facts, of inattention to the wants of to-morrow, is of no nation. The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees. Our words and actions to be fair must be timely. A gay and pleasant sound is the whetting of the scythe in the mornings of June; yet what is more lonesome and sad than the sound of a whetstone or mower’s rifle, when it is too late in the season to make hay? Scatter-brained and “afternoon men” spoil much more than their own affair, in spoiling the temper of those who deal with them. I have seen a criticism on some paintings, of which I am reminded when I see the shiftless and unhappy men who are not true to their senses. The last Grand Duke of Weimar, a man of superior understanding, said: — “I have sometimes remarked in the presence of great works of art, and just now especially, in Dresden, how much a certain property contributes to the effect which gives life to the figures, and to the life an irresistible truth. This property is the hitting, in all the figures we draw, the right centre of gravity. I mean, the placing the figures firm upon their feet, making the hands grasp, and fastening the eyes on the spot where they should look. Even lifeless figures, as vessels and stools, — let them be drawn ever so correctly, — lose all effect so soon as they lack the resting upon their centre of gravity, and have a certain swimming and oscillating appearance. The Raphael, in the Dresden gallery, (the only greatly affecting picture which I have seen,) is the quietest and most passionless piece you can imagine; a couple of saints who worship the Virgin and Child. Nevertheless, it awakens a deeper impression than the contortions of ten crucified martyrs. For, beside all the resistless beauty of form, it possesses in the highest degree the property of the perpendicularity of all the figures.” This perpendicularity we demand of all the figures in this picture of life. Let them stand on their feet, and not float and swing. Let us know where to find them. Let them discriminate between what they remember and what they dreamed, call a spade a spade, give us facts, and honor their own senses with trust.

But what man shall dare tax another with imprudence? Who is prudent? The men we call greatest are least in this kingdom. There is a certain fatal dislocation in our relation to nature, distorting our modes of living, and making every law our enemy, which seems at last to have aroused all the wit and virtue in the world to ponder the question of Reform. We must call the highest prudence to counsel, and ask why health and beauty and genius should now be the exception, rather than the rule, of human nature? We do not know the properties of plants and animals and the laws of nature through our sympathy with the same; but this remains the dream of poets. Poetry and prudence should be coincident. Poets should be lawgivers; that is, the boldest lyric inspiration should not chide and insult, but should announce and lead, the civil code, and the day’s work. But now the two things seem irreconcilably parted. We have violated law upon law, until we stand amidst ruins, and when by chance we espy a coincidence between reason and the phenomena, we are surprised. Beauty should be the dowry of every man and woman, as invariably as sensation; but it is rare. Health or sound organization should be universal. Genius should be the child of genius, and every child should be inspired; but now it is not to be predicted of any child, and nowhere is it pure. We call partial half-lights, by courtesy, genius; talent which converts itself to money; talent which glitters to-day, that it may dine and sleep well to-morrow; and society is officered by _men of parts_, as they are properly called, and not by divine men. These use their gifts to refine luxury, not to abolish it. Genius is always ascetic; and piety and love. Appetite shows to the finer souls as a disease, and they find beauty in rites and bounds that resist it.

We have found out fine names to cover our sensuality withal, but no gifts can raise intemperance. The man of talent affects to call his transgressions of the laws of the senses trivial, and to count them nothing considered with his devotion to his art. His art never taught him lewdness, nor the love of wine, nor the wish to reap where he had not sowed. His art is less for every deduction from his holiness, and less for every defect of common sense. On him who scorned the world, as he said, the scorned world wreaks its revenge. He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little. Goethe’s Tasso is very likely to be a pretty fair historical portrait, and that is true tragedy. It does not seem to me so genuine grief when some tyrannous Richard the Third oppresses and slays a score of innocent persons, as when Antonio and Tasso, both apparently right, wrong each other. One living after the maxims of this world, and consistent and true to them, the other fired with all divine sentiments, yet grasping also at the pleasures of sense, without submitting to their law. That is a grief we all feel, a knot we cannot untie. Tasso’s is no infrequent case in modern biography. A man of genius, of an ardent temperament, reckless of physical laws, self-indulgent, becomes presently unfortunate, querulous, a “discomfortable cousin,” a thorn to himself and to others.

The scholar shames us by his bifold life. Whilst something higher than prudence is active, he is admirable; when common sense is wanted, he is an encumbrance. Yesterday, Caesar was not so great; to-day, the felon at the gallows’ foot is not more miserable. Yesterday, radiant with the light of an ideal world, in which he lives, the first of men; and now oppressed by wants and by sickness, for which he must thank himself. He resembles the pitiful drivellers, whom travellers describe as frequenting the bazaars of Constantinople, who skulk about all day, yellow, emaciated, ragged, sneaking; and at evening, when the bazaars are open, slink to the opium-shop, swallow their morsel, and become tranquil and glorified seers. And who has not seen the tragedy of imprudent genius, struggling for years with paltry pecuniary difficulties, at last sinking, chilled, exhausted, and fruitless, like a giant slaughtered by pins?

Is it not better that a man should accept the first pains and mortifications of this sort, which nature is not slack in sending him, as hints that he must expect no other good than the just fruit of his own labor and self-denial? Health, bread, climate, social position, have their importance, and he will give them their due. Let him esteem Nature a perpetual counsellor, and her perfections the exact measure of our deviations. Let him make the night night, and the day day. Let him control the habit of expense. Let him see that as much wisdom may be expended on a private economy as on an empire, and as much wisdom may be drawn from it. The laws of the world are written out for him on every piece of money in his hand. There is nothing he will not be the better for knowing, were it only the wisdom of Poor Richard; or the State-Street prudence of buying by the acre to sell by the foot; or the thrift of the agriculturist, to stick a tree between whiles, because it will grow whilst he sleeps; or the prudence which consists in husbanding little strokes of the tool, little portions of time, particles of stock, and small gains. The eye of prudence may never shut. Iron, if kept at the ironmonger’s, will rust; beer, if not brewed in the right state of the atmosphere, will sour; timber of ships will rot at sea, or, if laid up high and dry, will strain, warp, and dry-rot; money, if kept by us, yields no rent, and is liable to loss; if invested, is liable to depreciation of the particular kind of stock. Strike, says the smith, the iron is white; keep the rake, says the haymaker, as nigh the scythe as you can, and the cart as nigh the rake. Our Yankee trade is reputed to be very much on the extreme of this prudence. It takes bank-notes, — good, bad, clean, ragged, — and saves itself by the speed with which it passes them off. Iron cannot rust, nor beer sour, nor timber rot, nor calicoes go out of fashion, nor money stocks depreciate, in the few swift moments in which the Yankee suffers any one of them to remain in his possession. In skating over thin ice, our safety is in our speed.

Let him learn a prudence of a higher strain. Let him learn that every thing in nature, even motes and feathers, go by law and not by luck, and that what he sows he reaps. By diligence and self-command, let him put the bread he eats at his own disposal, that he may not stand in bitter and false relations to other men; for the best good of wealth is freedom. Let him practise the minor virtues. How much of human life is lost in waiting! let him not make his fellow-creatures wait. How many words and promises are promises of conversation! let his be words of fate. When he sees a folded and sealed scrap of paper float round the globe in a pine ship, and come safe to the eye for which it was written, amidst a swarming population, let him likewise feel the admonition to integrate his being across all these distracting forces, and keep a slender human word among the storms, distances, and accidents that drive us hither and thither, and, by persistency, make the paltry force of one man reappear to redeem its pledge, after months and years, in the most distant climates.

We must not try to write the laws of any one virtue, looking at that only. Human nature loves no contradictions, but is symmetrical. The prudence which secures an outward well-being is not to be studied by one set of men, whilst heroism and holiness are studied by another, but they are reconcilable. Prudence concerns the present time, persons, property, and existing forms. But as every fact hath its roots in the soul, and, if the soul were changed, would cease to be, or would become some other thing, the proper administration of outward things will always rest on a just apprehension of their cause and origin, that is, the good man will be the wise man, and the single-hearted, the politic man. Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society. On the most profitable lie, the course of events presently lays a destructive tax; whilst frankness invites frankness, puts the parties on a convenient footing, and makes their business a friendship. Trust men, and they will be true to you; treat them greatly, and they will show themselves great, though they make an exception in your favor to all their rules of trade.

So, in regard to disagreeable and formidable things, prudence does not consist in evasion, or in flight, but in courage. He who wishes to walk in the most peaceful parts of life with any serenity must screw himself up to resolution. Let him front the object of his worst apprehension, and his stoutness will commonly make his fear groundless. The Latin proverb says, that “in battles the eye is first overcome.” Entire self-possession may make a battle very little more dangerous to life than a match at foils or at football. Examples are cited by soldiers, of men who have seen the cannon pointed, and the fire given to it, and who have stepped aside from the path of the ball. The terrors of the storm are chiefly confined to the parlour and the cabin. The drover, the sailor, buffets it all day, and his health renews itself at as vigorous a pulse under the sleet, as under the sun of June.

In the occurrence of unpleasant things among neighbours, fear comes readily to heart, and magnifies the consequence of the other party; but it is a bad counsellor. Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable. You are afraid of Grim; but Grim also is afraid of you. You are solicitous of the good-will of the meanest person, uneasy at his ill-will. But the sturdiest offender of your peace and of the neighbourhood, if you rip up _his_ claims, is as thin and timid as any; and the peace of society is often kept, because, as children say, one is afraid, and the other dares not. Far off, men swell, bully, and threaten; bring them hand to hand, and they are a feeble folk.

It is a proverb, that ‘courtesy costs nothing’; but calculation might come to value love for its profit. Love is fabled to be blind; but kindness is necessary to perception; love is not a hood, but an eye-water. If you meet a sectary, or a hostile partisan, never recognize the dividing lines; but meet on what common ground remains, — if only that the sun shines, and the rain rains for both; the area will widen very fast, and ere you know it the boundary mountains, on which the eye had fastened, have melted into air. If they set out to contend, Saint Paul will lie, and Saint John will hate. What low, poor, paltry, hypocritical people an argument on religion will make of the pure and chosen souls! They will shuffle, and crow, crook, and hide, feign to confess here, only that they may brag and conquer there, and not a thought has enriched either party, and not an emotion of bravery, modesty, or hope. So neither should you put yourself in a false position with your contemporaries, by indulging a vein of hostility and bitterness. Though your views are in straight antagonism to theirs, assume an identity of sentiment, assume that you are saying precisely that which all think, and in the flow of wit and love roll out your paradoxes in solid column, with not the infirmity of a doubt. So at least shall you get an adequate deliverance. The natural motions of the soul are so much better than the voluntary ones, that you will never do yourself justice in dispute. The thought is not then taken hold of by the right handle, does not show itself proportioned, and in its true bearings, but bears extorted, hoarse, and half witness. But assume a consent, and it shall presently be granted, since, really, and underneath their external diversities, all men are of one heart and mind.

Wisdom will never let us stand with any man or men on an unfriendly footing. We refuse sympathy and intimacy with people, as if we waited for some better sympathy and intimacy to come. But whence and when? To-morrow will be like to-day. Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live. Our friends and fellow-workers die off from us. Scarcely can we say, we see new men, new women, approaching us. We are too old to regard fashion, too old to expect patronage of any greater or more powerful. Let us suck the sweetness of those affections and consuetudes that grow near us. These old shoes are easy to the feet. Undoubtedly, we can easily pick faults in our company, can easily whisper names prouder, and that tickle the fancy more. Every man’s imagination hath its friends; and life would be dearer with such companions. But, if you cannot have them on good mutual terms, you cannot have them. If not the Deity, but our ambition, hews and shapes the new relations, their virtue escapes, as strawberries lose their flavor in garden-beds.

Thus truth, frankness, courage, love, humility, and all the virtues, range themselves on the side of prudence, or the art of securing a present well-being. I do not know if all matter will be found to be made of one element, as oxygen or hydrogen, at last, but the world of manners and actions is wrought of one stuff, and, begin where we will, we are pretty sure in a short space to be mumbling our ten commandments.

7 years, 6 months, and 27 days. Life is not measured by what you could have done, but by what you did.

 

Global coronavirus deaths exceed 700,000, one person dies every 15 seconds on average

(Reuters) – The global death toll from the coronavirus surpassed 700,000 on Wednesday, according to a Reuters tally, with the United States, Brazil, India and Mexico leading the rise in fatalities.

Nearly 5,900 people are dying every 24 hours from COVID-19 on average, according to Reuters calculations based on data from the past two weeks.

That equates to 247 people per hour, or one person every 15 seconds.

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-health-coronavirus-casualties-idUSKCN2510EN

 

My most dearest Shosh and Jaialai:

It’s been a rough few weeks … both globally and personally.  I hope things are better for you, my sons, but suspect they aren’t.  Shosh, your college career should start shortly, but I suspect your excitement is tempered as conditions are unclear at whichever university you will be attending and you are uncertain whether there will be in-person classes or where you will live.

(It is beyond sad that I do not even know where you are attending college, where you will be living, and which classes you’ll be taking … me, who has a doctorate and who has helped children of friends get into great colleges, win hundreds of thousands in scholarships, adjust to college, etc.  For example, remember to always pair book learning with hands-on experience.  Thus, for example, when I was a chemistry major, I also was a chemistry lab assistant.  When I switched to psychology, I became a research assistant for my favorite psychology professor and wrote my Honor’s thesis in psychology.  These strategies have helped me and others achieve success — as measured by scholarships and admission to graduate schools.  One kid told me last week that, as she nears the completion of her undergraduate studies, she decided to pursue a doctorate in her major.  Thus, it is beyond sad that I cannot even help my own sons prepare for college and academic success.  Now, you know the most significant source of my misery.)

The world remains in the grips of fear, misery, and antipathy.  Positive news is sparse.

Thus, self-care is critical at this juncture.  Find joy.  I read.  If video games are still your thing, play.  Still try to rest your eyes by looking in the distance every 15 minutes, and to not go over the two-hour limit by too much.  Hang out with your brother. Talk to your cousins and friends.  Watch funny videos on YouTube.  Read.

Most importantly, practice safe hygiene and stay safe!  The world is only starting to understand the long-term effects of COVID-19.  See, e.g., https://www.healthline.com/health-news/what-we-know-about-the-long-term-effects-of-covid-19#Respiratory-infections-can-damage-lungs; https://www.telegraph.co.uk/global-health/science-and-disease/revealed-long-term-severe-effects-covid-19-can-go-months/; and, https://thehill.com/changing-america/well-being/prevention-cures/506752-mild-cases-of-coronavirus-may-not-be-as-mild-as.

The key is to survive as best you can and in the best health you can so that you could continue to build a better life for yourself and others when this pandemic ends.  This too shall pass.

Without further ado, let’s continue our conversation about the problems with nay-sayers, labelers, and kibitzers — the latter defined as (1) an onlooker at a card or chess game, etc., esp. one who volunteers advice; and, (2) a giver of unwanted advice or meddler in others’ affairs.  https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/kibitzer.  We spoke of the former two in the previous letters.  This time, we address the latter related issue.

American society once mocked “Monday Morning Quarterbacks” or “Armchair Quarterbacks” — those who are not of sufficient caliber to be on the field during the game of life, yet who are quick to offer “advice” about how the experts on the field should have done things.  Urban Dictionary more harshly defines the latter as “some d-bag who is certain that he or she can make better decisions than the coaches or players while watching a competitive sport on television.”  https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Armchair%20quarterback.

Such kibitzers are rightfully condemned.  They bring little, if anything, of substance, value, or import to the table.  With rare exceptions, how could they do otherwise?  They have never invested themselves with the education or training necessary to perform at the higher level of true professionals.  Again, reading a few books doesn’t cut it … I am no more a surgeon because I read a few books on surgery, a lawyer because I read several self-help law books, or a professional chef because I read cookbooks.  Such foolishness is utter nonsense.  Likewise, having engaged in sports in high school, volunteered at a hospital, or played doctor does not prepare them adequately to pass judgement on the conducts of professional athletes, doctors and nurses, or trained public health officials.

Yet, it seems the world is awash in kibitzers these days.  Everyone who is not anyone feels free post podcasts, YouTube videos, and blogs to expound on subject matters about which he or she knows little.  (I should note two things here.  First, those who are successful in life are often too busy doing the things that make them successful and rarely have time to blog much.  With the exception of those for whom it is their job, only those less successful have sufficient time on their hands to blog daily.  Second, this blog is in danger of being caught up in this criticism; however, it is excepted as its purpose is only to pass on observations and life’s lessons by a father to his sons, using the only means available to him.  In other words, it is a father’s prerogative to share his knowledge with his children, imperfect as it is.)

My sons, be not like the kibitzers.  Reserve judgment.  Go forth and gain the necessary knowledge and experience in your chosen fields of endeavor to make real and positive contributions to the world.  Lie not with the lot who consigned themselves to the sidelines of life, who espouse “should of” and “could of” but lack the courage to put some skin in the game.  In the medium to long run, no one will remember nor care about these kibitzers except for those foolish enough to willingly follow those blinded by lack of substantive knowledge.

As stated previously by one much brighter than I,

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

https://www.theodorerooseveltcenter.org/Learn-About-TR/TR-Encyclopedia/Culture-and-Society/Man-in-the-Arena.aspx. (emphasis added).

Be the Man in the Arena, my sons.  Toil for worthy causes, be it a community garden to help feed hungry children, a story or poem to inspire the downtrodden, or a vaccine to rid the world of COVID-19.  Be a doer, not an excuse-maker or a kibitzer.

Success may be achieved only by those who do, not those who kibitz from the sidelines.  (Here, I speak of the broader sense of success as having truly lived and made a difference in life, not momentary monetary wealth accumulated by talking heads who feed misinformation to their bases and who are rewarded financially for giving the latter what they wanted to hear.)  Be successful, my sons.

Define success for yourselves, my sons.  Don’t simply follow the herd and engage in activities that will supposedly earn you the most money, gain you the most prestige, etc.  You are not them and that path often leads to certain misery.  Follow your own dreams.  Hopefully, it will involve doing things that bring you joy, help others, and reward you well financially … if you love what you do, you will do it well, and recognition and success will eventually find you and reward you.

In closing, I leave you with Ralph Waldo Emerson’s definition of success — one of my favorite definitions of success — and the full-text of Teddy Roosevelt’s “Citizenship in a Republic” speech at the Sorbonne, one of the first universities in the world.

Be well.  Stay safe.  Protect each other.  Help each other.

All my love, always and forever,

Dad

 

Theodore Roosevelt delivered the speech entitled “Citizenship in a Republic” at the Sorbonne in Paris on April 23, 1910. The speech is popularly known as “The Man in the Arena.” His statements at the Sorbonne were part of a larger trip to Europe that also included visits to Vienna, Budapest, and Oslo. On May 5, 1910 he gave his Nobel Prize speech. This trip came in the midst of Roosevelt’s frustration with the Taft administration and followed his African safari with Kermit. After completing his tour of Europe, Roosevelt would make a triumphant return to the U.S.

Strange and impressive associations rise in the mind of a man from the New World who speaks before this august body in this ancient institution of learning. Before his eyes pass the shadows of mighty kings and war-like nobles, of great masters of law and theology; through the shining dust of the dead centuries he sees crowded figures that tell of the power and learning and splendor of times gone by; and he sees also the innumerable host of humble students to whom clerkship meant emancipation, to whom it was well-nigh the only outlet from the dark thralldom of the Middle Ages.

This was the most famous university of medieval Europe at a time when no one dreamed that there was a New World to discover. Its services to the cause of human knowledge already stretched far back into the remote past at the time when my forefathers, three centuries ago, were among the sparse bands of traders, ploughmen, wood-choppers, and fisher folk who, in hard struggle with the iron unfriendliness of the Indian-haunted land, were laying the foundations of what has now become the giant republic of the West. To conquer a continent, to tame the shaggy roughness of wild nature, means grim warfare; and the generations engaged in it cannot keep, still less add to, the stores of garnered wisdom which were once theirs, and which are still in the hands of their brethren who dwell in the old land. To conquer the wilderness means to wrest victory from the same hostile forces with which mankind struggled in the immemorial infancy of our race. The primeval conditions must be met by the primeval qualities which are incompatible with the retention of much that has been painfully acquired by humanity as through the ages it has striven upward toward civilization. In conditions so primitive there can be but a primitive culture. At first only the rudest school can be established, for no others would meet the needs of the hard-driven, sinewy folk who thrust forward the frontier in the teeth of savage men and savage nature; and many years elapse before any of these schools can develop into seats of higher learning and broader culture.

The pioneer days pass; the stump-dotted clearings expand into vast stretches of fertile farm land; the stockade clusters of log cabins change into towns; the hunters of game, the fellers of trees, the rude frontier traders and tillers of the soil, the men who wander all their lives long through the wilderness as the heralds and harbingers of an oncoming civilization, themselves vanish before the civilization for which they have prepared the way. The children of their successors and supplanters, and then their children and their children and children’s children, change and develop with extraordinary rapidity. The conditions accentuate vices and virtues, energy and ruthlessness, all the good qualities and all the defects of an intense individualism, self-reliant, self-centered, far more conscious of its rights than of its duties, and blind to its own shortcomings. To the hard materialism of the frontier days succeeds the hard materialism of an industrialism even more intense and absorbing than that of the older nations; although these themselves have likewise already entered on the age of a complex and predominantly industrial civilization.

As the country grows, its people, who have won success in so many lines, turn back to try to recover the possessions of the mind and the spirit, which perforce their fathers threw aside in order better to wage the first rough battles for the continent their children inherit. The leaders of thought and of action grope their way forward to a new life, realizing, sometimes dimly, sometimes clear-sightedly, that the life of material gain, whether for a nation or an individual, is of value only as a foundation, only as there is added to it the uplift that comes from devotion to loftier ideals. The new life thus sought can in part be developed afresh from what is roundabout in the New World; but it can be developed in full only by freely drawing upon the treasure-houses of the Old World, upon the treasures stored in the ancient abodes of wisdom and learning, such as this where I speak to-day. It is a mistake for any nation to merely copy another; but it is an even greater mistake, it is a proof of weakness in any nation, not to be anxious to learn from one another and willing and able to adapt that learning to the new national conditions and make it fruitful and productive therein. It is for us of the New World to sit at the feet of Gamaliel of the Old; then, if we have the right stuff in us, we can show that Paul in his turn can become a teacher as well as a scholar.

Today I shall speak to you on the subject of individual citizenship, the one subject of vital importance to you, my hearers, and to me and my countrymen, because you and we are great citizens of great democratic republics. A democratic republic such as ours—an effort to realize in its full sense government by, of, and for the people—represents the most gigantic of all possible social experiments, the one fraught with great responsibilities alike for good and evil. The success of republics like yours and like ours means the glory, and our failure the despair, of mankind; and for you and for us the question of the quality of the individual citizen is supreme. Under other forms of government, under the rule of one man or very few men, the quality of the leaders is all-important. If, under such governments, the quality of the rulers is high enough, then the nations for generations lead a brilliant career, and add substantially to the sum of world achievement, no matter how low the quality of the average citizen; because the average citizen is an almost negligible quantity in working out the final results of that type of national greatness. But with you and us the case is different. With you here, and with us in my own home, in the long run, success or failure will be conditioned upon the way in which the average man, the average woman, does his or her duty, first in the ordinary, every-day affairs of life, and next in those great occasional cries which call for heroic virtues. The average citizen must be a good citizen if our republics are to succeed. The stream will not permanently rise higher than the main source; and the main source of national power and national greatness is found in the average citizenship of the nation. Therefore it behooves us to do our best to see that the standard of the average citizen is kept high; and the average cannot be kept high unless the standard of the leaders is very much higher.

It is well if a large proportion of the leaders in any republic, in any democracy, are, as a matter of course, drawn from the classes represented in this audience to-day; but only provided that those classes possess the gifts of sympathy with plain people and of devotion to great ideals. You and those like you have received special advantages; you have all of you had the opportunity for mental training; many of you have had leisure; most of you have had a chance for enjoyment of life far greater than comes to the majority of your fellows. To you and your kind much has been given, and from you much should be expected. Yet there are certain failings against which it is especially incumbent that both men of trained and cultivated intellect, and men of inherited wealth and position, should especially guard themselves, because to these failings they are especially liable; and if yielded to, their—your—chances of useful service are at an end.

Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as a cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes second to achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life’s realities—all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority, but of weakness. They mark the men unfit to bear their part painfully in the stern strife of living, who seek, in the affectation of contempt for the achievement of others, to hide from others and from themselves their own weakness. The role is easy; there is none easier, save only the role of the man who sneers alike at both criticism and performance.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world. Among the free peoples who govern themselves there is but a small field of usefulness open for the men of cloistered life who shrink from contact with their fellows. Still less room is there for those who deride or slight what is done by those who actually bear the brunt of the day; nor yet for those others who always profess that they would like to take action, if only the conditions of life were not exactly what they actually are. The man who does nothing cuts the same sordid figure in the pages of history, whether he be cynic, or fop, or voluptuary. There is little use for the being whose tepid soul knows nothing of the great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the thunder. Well for these men if they succeed; well also, though not so well, if they fail, given only that they have nobly ventured, and have put forth all their heart and strength. It is war-worn Hotspur, spent with hard fighting, he of the many errors and the valiant end, over whose memory we love to linger, not over the memory of the young lord who “but for the vile guns would have been a valiant soldier.”

France has taught many lessons to other nations: surely one of the most important lessons is the lesson her whole history teaches, that a high artistic and literary development is compatible with notable leadership in arms and statecraft. The brilliant gallantry of the French soldier has for many centuries been proverbial; and during these same centuries at every court in Europe the “freemasons of fashion” have treated the French tongue as their common speech; while every artist and man of letters, and every man of science able to appreciate that marvelous instrument of precision, French prose, has turned toward France for aid and inspiration. How long the leadership in arms and letters has lasted is curiously illustrated by the fact that the earliest masterpiece in a modern tongue is the splendid French epic which tells of Roland’s doom and the vengeance of Charlemagne when the lords of the Frankish hosts were stricken at Roncesvalles.

Let those who have, keep, let those who have not, strive to attain, a high standard of cultivation and scholarship. Yet let us remember that these stand second to certain other things. There is need of a sound body, and even more of a sound mind. But above mind and above body stands character—the sum of those qualities which we mean when we speak of a man’s force and courage, of his good faith and sense of honor. I believe in exercise for the body, always provided that we keep in mind that physical development is a means and not an end. I believe, of course, in giving to all the people a good education. But the education must contain much besides book-learning in order to be really good. We must ever remember that no keenness and subtleness of intellect, no polish, no cleverness, in any way make up for the lack of the great solid qualities. Self-restraint, self-mastery, common sense, the power of accepting individual responsibility and yet of acting in conjunction with others, courage and resolution—these are the qualities which mark a masterful people. Without them no people can control itself, or save itself from being controlled from the outside. I speak to a brilliant assemblage; I speak in a great university which represents the flower of the highest intellectual development; I pay all homage to intellect, and to elaborate and specialized training of the intellect; and yet I know I shall have the assent of all of you present when I add that more important still are the commonplace, every-day qualities and virtues.

Such ordinary, every-day qualities include the will and the power to work, to fight at need, and to have plenty of healthy children. The need that the average man shall work is so obvious as hardly to warrant insistence. There are a few people in every country so born that they can lead lives of leisure. These fill a useful function if they make it evident that leisure does not mean idleness; for some of the most valuable work needed by civilization is essentially non-remunerative in its character, and of course the people who do this work should in large part be drawn from those to whom remuneration is an object of indifference. But the average man must earn his own livelihood. He should be trained to do so, and should be trained to feel that he occupies a contemptible position if he does not do so; that he is not an object of envy if he is idle, at whichever end of the social scale he stands, but an object of contempt, an object of derision.

In the next place, the good man should be both a strong and a brave man; that is, he should be able to fight, he should be able to serve his country as a soldier, if the need arises. There are well-meaning philosophers who declaim against the unrighteousness of war. They are right only if they lay all their emphasis upon the unrighteousness. War is a dreadful thing, and unjust war is a crime against humanity. But it is such a crime because it is unjust, not because it is a war. The choice must ever be in favor of righteousness, and this whether the alternative be peace or whether the alternative be war. The question must not be merely, is there to be peace or war? The question must be, is it right to prevail? Are the great laws of righteousness once more to be fulfilled? And the answer from a strong and virile person must be “Yes,” whatever the cost. Every honorable effort should always be made to avoid war, just as every honorable effort should always be made by the individual in private life to keep out of a brawl, to keep out of trouble; but no self-respecting individual, no self-respecting nation, can or ought to submit to wrong.

Finally, even more important than ability to work, even more important than ability to fight at need, is it to remember that the chief of blessings for any nation is that it shall leave its seed to inherit the land. It was the crown of blessings in Biblical times, and it is the crown of blessings now. The greatest of all curses is in the curse of sterility, and the severest of all condemnations should be that visited upon willful sterility. The first essential in any civilization is that the man and the woman shall be father and mother of healthy children, so that the race shall increase and not decrease. If this is not so, if through no fault of the society there is failure to increase, it is a great misfortune. If the failure is due to deliberate and willful fault, then it is not merely a misfortune, it is one of those crimes of ease and self-indulgence, of shrinking from pain and effort and risk, which in the long run Nature punishes more heavily than any other. If we of the great republics, if we, the free people who claim to have emancipated ourselves from the thralldom of wrong and error, bring down on our heads the curse that comes upon the willfully barren, then it will be an idle waste of breath to prattle of our achievements, to boast of all that we have done. No refinement of life, no delicacy of taste, no material progress, no sordid heaping up of riches, no sensuous development of art and literature, can in any way compensate for the loss of the great fundamental virtues; and of these great fundamental virtues the greatest is the race’s power to perpetuate the race.

Character must show itself in the man’s performance both of the duty he owes himself and of the duty he owes the state. The man’s foremost duty is owed to himself and his family; and he can do this duty only by earning money, by providing what is essential to material well-being; it is only after this has been done that he can hope to build a higher superstructure on the solid material foundation; it is only after this has been done that he can help in movements for the general well-being. He must pull his own weight first, and only after this can his surplus strength be of use to the general public. It is not good to excite that bitter laughter which expresses contempt; and contempt is what we feel for the being whose enthusiasm to benefit mankind is such that he is a burden to those nearest him; who wishes to do great things for humanity in the abstract, but who cannot keep his wife in comfort or educate his children.

Nevertheless, while laying all stress on this point, while not merely acknowledging but insisting upon the fact that there must be a basis of material well-being for the individual as for the nation, let us with equal emphasis insist that this material well-being represents nothing but the foundation, and the foundation, though indispensable, is worthless unless upon it is raised the superstructure of a higher life. That is why I decline to recognize the mere multimillionaire, the man of mere wealth, as an asset of value to any country; and especially as not an asset to my own country. If he has earned or uses his wealth in a way that makes him a real benefit, of real use—and such is often the case—why, then he does become an asset of real worth. But it is the way in which it has been earned or used, and not the mere fact of wealth, that entitles him to the credit. There is need in business, as in most other forms of human activity, of the great guiding intelligences. Their places cannot be supplied by any number of lesser intelligences. It is a good thing that they should have ample recognition, ample reward. But we must not transfer our admiration to the reward instead of the deed rewarded; and if what should be the reward exists without the service having been rendered, then admiration will only come from those who are mean of soul. The truth is that, after a certain measure of tangible material success or reward has been achieved, the question of increasing it becomes of constantly less importance compared to the other things that can be done in life. It is a bad thing for a nation to raise and to admire a false standard of success; and there can be no falser standard than that set by the deification of material well-being in and for itself. The man who, for any cause for which he is himself accountable, has failed to support himself and those for whom he is responsible, ought to feel that he has fallen lamentably short in his prime duty. But the man, having far surpassed the limits of providing for the wants, both of body and mind, of himself and of those depending upon him, then piles up a great fortune, for the acquisition or retention of which he returns no corresponding benefit to the nation as a whole, should himself be made to feel that, so far from being desirable, he is an unworthy citizen of the community; that he is to be neither admired nor envied; that his right-thinking fellow countrymen put him low in the scale of citizenship, and leave him to be consoled by the admiration of those whose level of purpose is even lower than his own.

My position as regards the moneyed interests can be put in a few words. In every civilized society property rights must be carefully safeguarded; ordinarily, and in the great majority of cases, human rights and property rights are fundamentally and in the long run identical; but when it clearly appears that there is a real conflict between them, human rights must have the upper hand, for property belongs to man and not man to property. In fact, it is essential to good citizenship clearly to understand that there are certain qualities which we in a democracy are prone to admire in and of themselves, which ought by rights to be judged admirable or the reverse solely from the standpoint of the use made of them. Foremost among these I should include two very distinct gifts—the gift of money-making and the gift of oratory. Money-making, the money touch, I have spoken of above. It is a quality which in a moderate degree is essential. It may be useful when developed to a very great degree, but only if accompanied and controlled by other qualities; and without such control the possessor tends to develop into one of the least attractive types produced by a modern industrial democracy. So it is with the orator. It is highly desirable that a leader of opinion in democracy should be able to state his views clearly and convincingly. But all that the oratory can do of value to the community is enable the man thus to explain himself; if it enables the orator to put false values on things, it merely makes him a power for mischief. Some excellent public servants have not that gift at all, and must merely rely on their deeds to speak for them; and unless oratory does represent genuine conviction based on good common sense and able to be translated into efficient performance, then the better the oratory the greater the damage to the public it deceives. Indeed, it is a sign of marked political weakness in any commonwealth if the people tend to be carried away by mere oratory, if they tend to value words in and for themselves, as divorced from the deeds for which they are supposed to stand. The phrase-maker, the phrase-monger, the ready talker, however great his power, whose speech does not make for courage, sobriety, and right understanding, is simply a noxious element in the body politic, and it speaks ill for the public if he has influence over them. To admire the gift of oratory without regard to the moral quality behind the gift is to do wrong to the republic.

Of course all that I say of the orator applies with even greater force to the orator’s latter-day and more influential brother, the journalist. The power of the journalist is great, but he is entitled neither to respect nor admiration because of that power unless it is used aright. He can do, and often does, great good. He can do, and he often does, infinite mischief. All journalists, all writers, for the very reason that they appreciate the vast possibilities of their profession, should bear testimony against those who deeply discredit it. Offenses against taste and morals, which are bad enough in a private citizen, are infinitely worse if made into instruments for debauching the community through a newspaper. Mendacity, slander, sensationalism, inanity, vapid triviality, all are potent factors for the debauchery of the public mind and conscience. The excuse advanced for vicious writing, that the public demands it and that the demand must be supplied, can no more be admitted than if it were advanced by purveyors of food who sell poisonous adulterations.

In short, the good citizen in a republic must realize that they ought to possess two sets of qualities, and that neither avails without the other. He must have those qualities which make for efficiency; and he also must have those qualities which direct the efficiency into channels for the public good. He is useless if he is inefficient. There is nothing to be done with that type of citizen of whom all that can be said is that he is harmless. Virtue which is dependent upon a sluggish circulation is not impressive. There is little place in active life for the timid good man. The man who is saved by weakness from robust wickedness is likewise rendered immune from robuster virtues. The good citizen in a republic must first of all be able to hold his own. He is no good citizen unless he has the ability which will make him work hard and which at need will make him fight hard. The good citizen is not a good citizen unless he is an efficient citizen.

But if a man’s efficiency is not guided and regulated by a moral sense, then the more efficient he is the worse he is, the more dangerous to the body politic. Courage, intellect, all the masterful qualities, serve but to make a man more evil if they are merely used for that man’s own advancement, with brutal indifference to the rights of others. It speaks ill for the community if the community worships those qualities and treats their possessors as heroes regardless of whether the qualities are used rightly or wrongly. It makes no difference as to the precise way in which this sinister efficiency is shown. It makes no difference whether such a man’s force and ability betray themselves in a career of money-maker or politician, soldier or orator, journalist or popular leader. If the man works for evil, then the more successful he is the more he should be despised and condemned by all upright and far-seeing men. To judge a man merely by success is an abhorrent wrong; and if the people at large habitually so judge men, if they grow to condone wickedness because the wicked man triumphs, they show their inability to understand that in the last analysis free institutions rest upon the character of citizenship, and that by such admiration of evil they prove themselves unfit for liberty.

The homely virtues of the household, the ordinary workaday virtues which make the woman a good housewife and housemother, which make the man a hard worker, a good husband and father, a good soldier at need, stand at the bottom of character. But of course many others must be added thereto if a state is to be not only free but great. Good citizenship is not good citizenship if only exhibited in the home. There remain the duties of the individual in relation to the State, and these duties are none too easy under the conditions which exist where the effort is made to carry on the free government in a complex industrial civilization. Perhaps the most important thing the ordinary citizen, and, above all, the leader of ordinary citizens, has to remember in political life is that he must not be a sheer doctrinaire. The closet philosopher, the refined and cultured individual who from his library tells how men ought to be governed under ideal conditions, is of no use in actual governmental work; and the one-sided fanatic, and still more the mob-leader, and the insincere man who to achieve power promises what by no possibility can be performed, are not merely useless but noxious.

The citizen must have high ideals, and yet he must be able to achieve them in practical fashion. No permanent good comes from aspirations so lofty that they have grown fantastic and have become impossible and indeed undesirable to realize. The impractical visionary is far less often the guide and precursor than he is the embittered foe of the real reformer, of the man who, with stumblings and shortcomings, yet does in some shape, in practical fashion, give effect to the hopes and desires of those who strive for better things. Woe to the empty phrase-maker, to the empty idealist, who, instead of making ready the ground for the man of action, turns against him when he appears and hampers him as he does the work! Moreover, the preacher of ideals must remember how sorry and contemptible is the figure which he will cut, how great the damage he will do, if he does not himself, in his own life, strive measurably to realize the ideals that he preaches for others. Let him remember also that the worth of the ideal must be largely determined by the success with which it can in practice be realized. We should abhor the so-called “practical” men whose practicality assumes the shape of that peculiar baseness which finds its expression in disbelief in morality and decency, in disregard of high standards of living and conduct. Such a creature is the worst enemy of the body politic. But only less desirable as a citizen is his nominal opponent and real ally, the man of fantastic vision who makes the impossible better forever the enemy of the possible good.

We can just as little afford to follow the doctrinaires of an extreme individualism as the doctrinaires of an extreme socialism. Individual initiative, so far from being discouraged, should be stimulated; and yet we should remember that, as society develops and grows more complex, we continually find that things which once it was desirable to leave to individual initiative can, under changed conditions, be performed with better results by common effort. It is quite impossible, and equally undesirable, to draw in theory a hard-and-fast line which shall always divide the two sets of cases. This every one who is not cursed with the pride of the closet philosopher will see, if he will only take the trouble to think about some of our commonest phenomena. For instance, when people live on isolated farms or in little hamlets, each house can be left to attend to its own drainage and water-supply; but the mere multiplication of families in a given area produces new problems which, because they differ in size, are found to differ not only in degree but in kind from the old; and the questions of drainage and water-supply have to be considered from the common standpoint. It is not a matter for abstract dogmatizing to decide when this point is reached; it is a matter to be tested by practical experiment. Much of the discussion about socialism and individualism is entirely pointless, because of the failure to agree on terminology. It is not good to be the slave of names. I am a strong individualist by personal habit, inheritance, and conviction; but it is a mere matter of common sense to recognize that the State, the community, the citizens acting together, can do a number of things better than if they were left to individual action. The individualism which finds its expression in the abuse of physical force is checked very early in the growth of civilization, and we of to-day should in our turn strive to shackle or destroy that individualism which triumphs by greed and cunning, which exploits the weak by craft instead of ruling them by brutality. We ought to go with any man in the effort to bring about justice and the equality of opportunity, to turn the tool-user more and more into the tool-owner, to shift burdens so that they can be more equitably borne. The deadening effect on any race of the adoption of a logical and extreme socialistic system could not be overstated; it would spell sheer destruction; it would produce grosser wrong and outrage, fouler immorality, than any existing system. But this does not mean that we may not with great advantage adopt certain of the principles professed by some given set of men who happen to call themselves Socialists; to be afraid to do so would be to make a mark of weakness on our part.

But we should not take part in acting a lie any more than in telling a lie. We should not say that men are equal when they are not equal, nor proceed upon the assumption that there is an equality where it does not exist; but we should strive to bring about a measurable equality, at least to the extent of preventing the inequality which is due to force or fraud. Abraham Lincoln, a man of the plain people, blood of their blood, and bone of their bone, who all his life toiled and wrought and suffered for them, at the end died for them, who always strove to represent them, who would never tell an untruth to or for them, spoke of the doctrine of equality with his usual mixture of idealism and sound common sense. He said (I omit what was of merely local significance):

“I think the authors of the Declaration of Independence intended to include all men, but that they did not mean to declare all men equal in all respects. They did not mean to say all men were equal in color, size, intellect, moral development, or social capacity. They defined with tolerable distinctness in what they did consider all men created equal—equal in certain inalienable rights, among which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. This they said, and this they meant. They did not mean to assert the obvious untruth that all were then actually enjoying that equality, or yet that they were about to confer it immediately upon them. They meant to set up a standard maxim for free society which should be familiar to all—constantly looked to, constantly labored for, and, even though never perfectly attained, constantly approximated, and thereby constantly spreading and deepening its influence, and augmenting the happiness and value of life to all people, everywhere.”

We are bound in honor to refuse to listen to those men who would make us desist from the effort to do away with the inequality which means injustice; the inequality of right, of opportunity, of privilege. We are bound in honor to strive to bring even nearer the day when, as far as is humanly possible, we shall be able to realize the ideal that each man shall have an equal opportunity to show the stuff that is in him by the way in which he renders service. There should, so far as possible, be equal of opportunity to render service; but just so long as there is inequality of service there should and must be inequality of reward. We may be sorry for the general, the painter, the artists, the worker in any profession or of any kind, whose misfortune rather than whose fault is that he does his work ill. But the reward must go to the man who does his work well; for any other course is to create a new kind of privilege, the privilege of folly and weakness; and special privilege is injustice, whatever form it takes.

To say that the thriftless, the lazy, the vicious, the incapable, ought to have reward given to those who are far-sighted, capable, and upright, is to say what is not true and cannot be true. Let us try to level up, but let us beware of the evil of leveling down. If a man stumbles, it is a good thing to help him to his feet. Every one of us needs a helping hand now and then. But if a man lies down, it is a waste of time to try to carry him; and it is a very bad thing for every one if we make men feel that the same reward will come to those who shirk their work and those who do it.

Let us, then, take into account the actual facts of life and not be misled into following any proposal for achieving the millennium, for recreating the golden age, until we have subjected it to hardheaded examination. On the other hand, it is foolish to reject a proposal merely because it is advanced by visionaries. If a given scheme is proposed, look at it on its merits, and, in considering it, disregard formulas. It does not matter in the least who proposes it, or why. If it seems good, try it. If it proves good, accept it; otherwise reject it. There are plenty of good men calling themselves Socialists with whom, up to a certain point, it is quite possible to work. If the next step is one which both we and they wish to take, why of course take it, without any regard to the fact that our views as to the tenth step may differ. But, on the other hand, keep clearly in mind that, though it has been worthwhile to take one step, this does not in the least mean that it may not be highly disadvantageous to take the next. It is just as foolish to refuse all progress because people demanding it desire at some points to go to absurd extremes, as it would be to go to these absurd extremes simply because some of the measures advocated by the extremists were wise.

The good citizen will demand liberty for himself, and as a matter of pride he will see to it that others receive liberty which he thus claims as his own. Probably the best test of true love of liberty in any country is the way in which minorities are treated in that country. Not only should there be complete liberty in matters of religion and opinion, but complete liberty for each man to lead his life as he desires, provided only that in so doing he does not wrong his neighbor. Persecution is bad because it is persecution, and without reference to which side happens at the moment to be the persecutor and which the persecuted. Class hatred is bad in just the same way, and without regard to the individual who, at a given time, substitutes loyalty to a class for loyalty to a nation, or substitutes hatred of men because they happen to come in a certain social category, for judgment awarded them according to their conduct. Remember always that the same measure of condemnation should be extended to the arrogance which would look down upon or crush any man because he is poor and to envy and hatred which would destroy a man because he is wealthy. The overbearing brutality of the man of wealth or power, and the envious and hateful malice directed against the wealth or power, are really at root merely different manifestations of the same quality, merely two sides of the same shield. The man who, if born to wealth and power, exploits and ruins his less fortunate brethren is at heart the same as the greedy and violent demagogue who excites those who have not property to plunder those who have. The gravest wrong upon his country is inflicted by that man, whatever his station, who seeks to make his countrymen divide primarily in the line that separates class from class, occupation from occupation, men of more wealth from men of less wealth, instead of remembering that the only safe standard is that which judges each man on his worth as a man, whether he be rich or whether he be poor, without regard to his profession or to his station in life. Such is the only true democratic test, the only test that can with propriety be applied in a republic. There have been many republics in the past, both in what we call antiquity and in what we call the Middle Ages. They fell, and the prime factor in their fall was the fact that the parties tended to divide along the line that separates wealth from poverty. It made no difference which side was successful; it made no difference whether the republic fell under the rule of an oligarchy or the rule of a mob. In either case, when once loyalty to a class had been substituted for loyalty to the republic, the end of the republic was at hand. There is no greater need to-day than the need to keep ever in mind the fact that the cleavage between right and wrong, between good citizenship and bad citizenship, runs at right angles to, and not parallel with, the lines of cleavage between class and class, between occupation and occupation. Ruin looks us in the face if we judge a man by his position instead of judging him by his conduct in that position.

In a republic, to be successful we must learn to combine intensity of conviction with a broad tolerance of difference of conviction. Wide differences of opinion in matters of religious, political, and social belief must exist if conscience and intellect alike are not to be stunted, if there is to be room for healthy growth. Bitter internecine hatreds, based on such differences, are signs, not of earnestness of belief, but of that fanaticism which, whether religious or anti-religious, democratic or anti-democratic, is itself but a manifestation of the gloomy bigotry which has been the chief factor in the downfall of so many, many nations.

Of one man in especial, beyond any one else, the citizens of a republic should beware, and that is of the man who appeals to them to support him on the ground that he is hostile to other citizens of the republic, that he will secure for those who elect him, in one shape or another, profit at the expense of other citizens of the republic. It makes no difference whether he appeals to class hatred or class interest, to religious or anti-religious prejudice. The man who makes such an appeal should always be presumed to make it for the sake of furthering his own interest. The very last thing an intelligent and self-respecting member of a democratic community should do is to reward any public man because that public man says that he will get the private citizen something to which this private citizen is not entitled, or will gratify some emotion or animosity which this private citizen ought not to possess. Let me illustrate this by one anecdote from my own experience. A number of years ago I was engaged in cattle-ranching on the great plains of the western United States. There were no fences. The cattle wandered free, the ownership of each being determined by the brand; the calves were branded with the brand of the cows they followed. If on a round-up an animal was passed by, the following year it would appear as an unbranded yearling, and was then called a maverick. By the custom of the country these mavericks were branded with the brand of the man on whose range they were found. One day I was riding the range with a newly hired cowboy, and we came upon a maverick. We roped and threw it; then we built a fire, took out a cinch-ring, heated it in the fire; and then the cowboy started to put on the brand. I said to him, “It’s so-and-so’s brand,” naming the man on whose range we happened to be. He answered: “That’s all right, boss; I know my business.” In another moment I said to him: “Hold on, you are putting on my brand!” To which he answered: “That’s all right; I always put on the boss’s brand.” I answered: “Oh, very well. Now you go straight back to the ranch and get whatever is owing to you; I don’t need you any longer.” He jumped up and said: “Why, what’s the matter? I was putting on your brand.” And I answered: “Yes, my friend, and if you will steal for me then you will steal from me.”

Now, the same principle which applies in private life applies also in public life. If a public man tried to get your vote by saying that he will do something wrong in your interest, you can be absolutely certain that if ever it becomes worth his while he will do something wrong against your interest.

So much for the citizenship of the individual in his relations to his family, to his neighbor, to the State. There remain duties of citizenship which the State, the aggregation of all the individuals, owes in connection with other States, with other nations. Let me say at once that I am no advocate for a foolish cosmopolitanism. I believe that a man must be a good patriot before he can be, and as the only possible way of being, a good citizen of the world. Experience teaches us that the average man who protests that his international feeling swamps his national feeling, that he does not care for his country because he cares so much for mankind, in actual practice proves himself the foe of mankind; that the man who says that he does not care to be a citizen of any one country, because he is the citizen of the world, is in fact usually an exceedingly undesirable citizen of whatever corner of the world he happens at the moment to be in. In the dim future all moral needs and moral standards may change; but at present, if a man can view his own country and all other countries from the same level with tepid indifference, it is wise to distrust him, just as it is wise to distrust the man who can take the same dispassionate view of his wife and mother. However broad and deep a man’s sympathies, however intense his activities, he need have no fear that they will be cramped by love of his native land.

Now, this does not mean in the least that a man should not wish to do good outside of his native land. On the contrary, just as I think that the man who loves his family is more apt to be a good neighbor than the man who does not, so I think that the most useful member of the family of nations is normally a strongly patriotic nation. So far from patriotism being inconsistent with a proper regard for the rights of other nations, I hold that the true patriot, who is as jealous of national honor as a gentleman of his own honor, will be careful to see that the nations neither inflect nor suffer wrong, just as a gentleman scorns equally to wrong others or to suffer others to wrong him. I do not for one moment admit that a man should act deceitfully as a public servant in his dealing with other nations, any more than he should act deceitfully in his dealings as a private citizen with other private citizens. I do not for one moment admit that a nation should treat other nations in a different spirit from that in which an honorable man would treat other men.

In practically applying this principle to the two sets of cases there is, of course, a great practical difference to be taken into account. We speak of international law; but international law is something wholly different from private or municipal law, and the capital difference is that there is a sanction for the one and no sanction for the other; that there is an outside force which compels individuals to obey the one, while there is no such outside force to compel obedience as regards to the other. International law will, I believe, as the generations pass, grow stronger and stronger until in some way or other there develops the power to make it respected. But as yet it is only in the first formative period. As yet, as a rule, each nation is of necessity to judge for itself in matters of vital importance between it and its neighbors, and actions must of necessity, where this is the case, be different from what they are where, as among private citizens, there is an outside force whose action is all-powerful and must be invoked in any crisis of importance. It is the duty of wise statesmen, gifted with the power of looking ahead, to try to encourage and build up every movement which will substitute or tend to substitute some other agency for force in the settlement of international disputes. It is the duty of every honest statesman to try to guide the nation so that it shall not wrong any other nation. But as yet the great civilized peoples, if they are to be true to themselves and to the cause of humanity and civilization, must keep in mind that in the last resort they must possess both the will and the power to resent wrong-doing from others. The men who sanely believe in a lofty morality preach righteousness; but they do not preach weakness, whether among private citizens or among nations. We believe that our ideals should be so high, but not so high as to make it impossible measurably to realize them. We sincerely and earnestly believe in peace; but if peace and justice conflict, we scorn the man who would not stand for justice though the whole world came in arms against him.

And now, my hosts, a word in parting. You and I belong to the only two republics among the great powers of the world. The ancient friendship between France and the United States has been, on the whole, a sincere and disinterested friendship. A calamity to you would be a sorrow to us. But it would be more than that. In the seething turmoil of the history of humanity certain nations stand out as possessing a peculiar power or charm, some special gift of beauty or wisdom or strength, which puts them among the immortals, which makes them rank forever with the leaders of mankind. France is one of these nations. For her to sink would be a loss to all the world. There are certain lessons of brilliance and of generous gallantry that she can teach better than any of her sister nations. When the French peasantry sang of Malbrook, it was to tell how the soul of this warrior-foe took flight upward through the laurels he had won. Nearly seven centuries ago, Froissart, writing of a time of dire disaster, said that the realm of France was never so stricken that there were not left men who would valiantly fight for it. You have had a great past. I believe you will have a great future. Long may you carry yourselves proudly as citizens of a nation which bears a leading part in the teaching and uplifting of mankind.

https://www.theodorerooseveltcenter.org/Learn-About-TR/TR-Encyclopedia/Culture-and-Society/Man-in-the-Arena.aspx

7 years, 6 months, and 23 days. Be wary of labels, the convenient tools of the intellectually lazy and intellectually dishonest.

 

My most dearest Shosh,

I hope you have a wonderful (and safe) birthday, Shosh!  You are now firmly in the age of adulthood.  I cannot wait to see what you’ll make of life!  Stay strong and work hard, and you’ll experience the best life has to offer.

I wish I had been able to be there to introduce you boys to Broadway shows, concerts and symphonies, good jazz, music festivals, poetry readings, volunteerism, etc.; and to teach you guys how to shave, how to read (really read) as an adult instead of continuing to read as you had been taught as a child, how to think skeptically and critically about what you read, how to write documents clearly, how to cook a mean steak frites dish, how to drive defensively, how to drive a manual transmission, how to ride a motorcycle, how to hem your pants, how to change car tire, and other skills necessary to becoming an independent and self-sufficient man.  I had such plans for us and such wonderful ideas to help you to achieve so much more than I ever could.

As they say, “Man plans.  God laughs.”  I hope He’s having a good laugh.

Life goes on.  We make do the best we can with what we’re given in life.  What other option have we, give up and die?  No, we fight on!  Hopefully, someday, we will prevail.

Meanwhile, I continue these letters in hope that they will help you grow and develop into a successful, positive, and contributing member of society.

Today, I want to talk about labels — the type of negative labels the intellectually lazy and dishonest often reach for to avoid having to really think and intellectually address ideas adverse to their own.  Despite Allan Bloom’s warning in the late 1980s in The Closing of the American Mind, America has not paid attention and things have only grown worse in the intervening decades.  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/75812.The_Closing_of_the_American_Mindd; and, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Closing_of_the_American_Mind.

America has reached rock bottom when even the word “expert” has taken on a negative connotation.  For example, recently, an American I know who had to move overseas to find work after being unemployed for more than two years and being down to his last few thousands stated emphatically that he knew as much as Dr. Fauci because he, too, could read English and medical journals written in English.  This reminds of Peter Navarro, the White House trade negotiator with a doctorate in economics, who taught at mediocre schools.  He, too, stated that he knew as much as Dr. Fauci because he, too, could read scientific studies.  Dr. Fauci, of course, not only holds a degree as a medical doctor and specializes in virology (the study of viruses — the expertise needed during this corona virus pandemic), but is one of the world’s leading experts on infectious diseases.  These other two are anything but, yet they proclaim to have equal knowledge as a world-renown virologist.

Such hubris would have once been mocked endlessly in enlightened and civil society.  Today, it’s par for the course.

The arrogance and stupidity of those claiming to know as much as or more than experts in their specific fields puts me at a loss for words.  I don’t even know where to begin to address the problem.

It’s like you telling us when you were two, Shosh, that you knew French.  “French fries!” you said.  From the mouth of babes, it’s cute.   From the mouths of “educated” adults, it’s frightening.

Let’s just start with the fact that in order to get into medical school, you need to know organic chemistry — the study of life and all chemical reactions related to life … something useful and necessary in dealing with viruses and the development of vaccines against such viruses.  Organic chem is often the class that weeds out those pre-med students who simply do not have the intellectual capacity to succeed in medical school.  I highly suspect neither Navarro nor this American with a degree in English Literature has taken nor passed organic chemistry, much less classes and subject matters necessary to gain expertise as a medical doctor and virologist.  Yet, these two presume to know as much as their better.  It’s not dissimilar to Jared Krushner, claiming he understood the difficult dynamics of the intractable Middle East conundrum sufficient to formulate his proposed resolution after having several books.  Wow.  Had I known expertise could be had for a few books, I would have saved money and skipped graduate school at Duke and law school.

To be clear, this disdain for the expertise gained from years of studies and/or experience does no one any good — least of all, society.  It reflects poorly upon those showing disdain, often poorly educated or non-experts.  (As they say, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.)  It erodes the trust and faith in both the individuals who worked hard to gain the expertise and the systems which produce experts.  Without experts to understand nuclear physics, the computerized systems running cars these days, the logistics of transporting perishable goods across states and countries, etc., how would society function?  Disdain for experts is one of the surest ways to accelerate the race to the bottom.

(As an ERISA attorney, I have worked in health insurance and health and welfare benefits for decades and have attended conferences alongside medical doctors.  Yet, not once have I attempted to stray onto their lanes and assert that I know as much as they about medicine.  They have their expertise and me mine.)

The term “Expert” should not be an adverse label in civilized society, especially an advanced society such as ours where subject matter expertise is necessary in an increasingly complex world.  For example, as a teenager, I would crawl under the hood of my Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser to tune up its engine.  Now, I cannot touch most of the electronic equipment running today’s cars.

Beware labels, my sons.  As Allan Bloom argued, the use of labels makes us intellectually lazy as the practice deprives us of the opportunity to intellectually examine the strengths and weaknesses of the other’s arguments vis-a-vis our own.  Those successful in life embrace a process of continuous incremental improvement whereby they continually assess the strengths and weaknesses of new ideas in order to update and correct flaws in their own ideas and beliefs.

For example, Dr. Fauci has made the best calls under the circumstances, based on the best information and beliefs available at the time; however, he has also updated his advice as new and better information becomes available — as any rational expert would.  But even if he erred, the fact that he corrected himself is a good thing and should not be held against him.  Only fools would mock that.  Why?  Think of a world where we openly mock people for admitting their mistakes.  It would a dystopia where people hide mistakes, cast blames on others, distance themselves from failures, etc.  It would be a world in which people race towards the bottom.  That would be a far cry from the Shiny City upon the Hill as envisioned by Ronald Reagan.

Boys, be not like them.  Be open-minded.  Learn from your mistakes.  If you err, simply apologize, learn from your mistake, and move on.  Never try to justify your mistakes.  That is the province of the foolish who fight to keep their limitations.

Avoid applying adverse labels yourself and others.  Significant harm results from that.  See, e.g., https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/ulterior-motives/201406/the-danger-labeling-others-or-yourself; and, https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/alternative-truths/201005/why-its-dangerous-label-people.  Watch Freedom Writers again and see the adverse effects of labels on at-risk kids and the cowardice of the weak who feel inadequate simply by the achievements of those who strive to build a better community.  As a result, they strive to belittle and tear down the achievements of others.  They are no different from those who denigrate “experts” today — they lash out to deflect attention away from their own inadequacies and failures.

Be wary of labels.  Be kind to yourself and others.  Be present and listen to others.  Don’t dismiss them just because they have been labeled as “feminists”, “liberal”, “Neo-con”, etc.

Be well.  Be safe.  Be smart.  Be well-read and well-mannered.   The world needs more of those.

All my love, always and forever,

Dad